Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tajikistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
Blake Baxter,
The Associates,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
Jacques Brel,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Jandek,
John Foxx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pierre Henry,
Morten Harket,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
The Tremeloes,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Bill Wells,
Eurythmics,
Magma,
Lucky Dragons,
Alison Limerick,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Ice-T,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alton Ellis,
Dave Gahan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Man Parrish,
The Fugs,
Electric Prunes,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Maleditus Sound,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
Mandrill,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Rod Modell,
Dead Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.